Blind Girl's Bluff
... It's Dave's favorite time of day, 3:30 p.m. Nothing like cruising by the
high school's to check out the young, nubile girls. There were lots of them, all
fresh and naive. They tend to travel in packs ever since that French girl was
abducted a few years back, some smile at his handsome face as he cruises by, if
only they knew what he was thinking. If only they knew the dark fantasies going
through his mind. Dave decided to stop for a coffee before heading back home. He
thought about some of the girls he just saw, imagining them helpless, under his
powerful grasp.
"Another boring day," he thought as he pulled out of the coffee shop. As he
approaches the library he spots a vision. He can't help but pull over to get a
better look. Standing on the steps is a redheaded girl wearing a school uniform,
white short sleeve blouse, pleated blue and green kilt, blue knee socks, and
black patent leather saddle shoes. Her body is magnificent, petite, slim, but
hard and firm. Her long red hair flows in the breeze. What is most striking
about this young girl though, is that she has dark glasses and a white cane, she
must be blind. She is just standing there waiting for someone.
The brakes on Dave's car squeak as he comes to a halt. She starts moving in his
direction, approaching the car. "Mike! Is that you?" Dave's wondering for a
minute whether or not to say something or speed away. "Mike?" she asks leaning
over and touching the car. Dave's controls his panic and returns her inquiry.
"No, it's not Mike, my name is D... Jim," Dave responds.
"Oh sorry, my brother Mike was supposed to pick me up here, I have been waiting
for half an hour. I thought you were him," the girl smiles. Dave can tell she is
pretty even with the dark glasses on. "Can you tell me what time it is?" she
asks.
"4:15," Dave responds.
"Oh no, he is never this late, and library is closed now, I can't go inside to
call. Is there a phone nearby? Can you see one?"
Dave spots the payphone down at the curb, hesitates, then says, "No, there are
no phones in this part of town. Hey, which way are you going? I can give you a
lift." The girl pauses nervously, knowing better than to get into a stranger's
car.
"Well maybe you can take me by a payphone so I can call home," she says,
deciding that Jim's voice sounded kind enough. Dave opens her door for her and
helps her in. He likes the fresh smell of her and the firmness of her body. She
feels around for the seatbelt, which he helps her with. "I live way up in
Queenston Heights anyway, I'll get someone to come and get me, just tell me
where you are dropping me off, okay?" she says.
"What a coincidence, I'm going right through there, I can drop you off at your
front door," Dave tells her, even though he lived clear on the other side of
town. Besides he had no intention of going there. She smiles and thanks him. On
the way, they make small talk, where she tells him that her name is Krista, she
is sixteen, goes to a Catholic school, and has been blind since the age of
three. She can't see that her kilt is riding up high enough to reveal her white
cotton panties, and Dave has no plans to tell her. Dave makes up a story about
being a fireman and that his car is red, even though it was blue. She looks so
sweet, innocent and naive with her collar done all the way up, a crucifix
adorned around her neck.
He asks her if she is a devout Catholic. She asks him to explain. Dave asks, "
You know, how do you feel about all that abortion stuff, and birth control that
the pope is always talking about."
"Well, birth control is wrong because the only people who should be doing that
stuff are married couples, and if God wants them to have a baby, then so be it.
And I think abortion is wrong. It should be stopped, if a women gets herself
pregnant than she should have to have the baby." "What about some of these women
who get attacked and raped?" Dave continues.
"It's still not up to the woman to play God, if she doesn't want to keep the
baby, then she give it up after it's born," she tells him. He smiles at her
nativity, and is thinking how sweet this is going to be.
Dave pulls up to an old abandon building in the manufacturing part of town. He
had found this place long ago, wondering if he would ever get the chance to use
it. Now it was finally going to happen. "All right we're here, this is your
address, let me walk you to your door."
"Thank you Jim, please wait at the door, my dad will want to pay you for your
help," Krista tells him. But as he holds her arm on the way to the condemned
building, she starts to get a worried look on her face. She can sense something
is wrong, and says, "Wait a minute, we don't have steps, I can't smell the
grass, this is the wrong house, you have the wrong house. What's the address?"
"Don't worry, your at the right place," Dave reassures the young lady and then
shoves her through the door into the dark, smelly hallway. He takes her roughly
and quickly to the back of the run down building and into a windowless room,
with one hanging light bulb in the middle of the room. She starts screaming. He
throws her onto a dirty old mattress in the corner of the room. "Shut up bitch!"
he yells at her.
She is scared and lays there crying. She is starting to figure out what is going
on. "Where are we? What are doing to me?" she cries.
"You'll see, now shut up!" Dave demands as he straddles her body and sits on her
abdomen and pins her shoulders back with his big, strong hands. She starts to
panic and screams. He raises a hand and slaps her face roughly. "I said shut up!
Bitch! I mean it. Scream again and I am really going to fuck up that pretty face
of yours. Now stop fighting me or I'll beat you within an inch of your life.
Understand?"
Sobbing, Krista nods her head in silence. Dave reaches for her tight shirt,
which is heaving up and down rapidly. He roughly tears the shirt wide open,
sending the buttons in all directions. She gasps, but remembers not to scream,
in fear of getting hit again. He then takes his hunting knife and cuts the
straps on her plain white bra, pulling it off. He uses it to tie her wrists
around the water pipe, which runs up the wall. She is sobbing uncontrollably now
as he takes his time, feeling her firm, teenage breasts, squeezing them hard,
hurting her, and pulling and pinching her nipples. There is nothing kind about
him, he is rough playing with her tits, slapping them occasionally, bringing an
"Ow!" from the helpless girl.
While he continues to pull on her nipple more, one of Dave's hands slides
between her legs on the inside of her thighs. Instinctively the young girl
clinches her knees together, pinning his hand. He uses his other hand and smacks
her again, demanding, "Open them slut!" she reluctantly parts her knees as
Dave's hand grasps the girls pubic mound. He is surprised somewhat to find it
wet. "You are a fucking slut. You're fucking wet!" He yanks hard on her tit. She
bites her lip to stop from screaming. "How many guys have you fucked? Answer me
slut!"
Nervously, and shivering, she stammers out, "I'm a... a... vir... v... virgin,
please Jim, please don't hurt me, please! Please!" His only response was to
grasp her wet panties and pull them so that they parted her cunt lips. The pain
showed on her face as she winced. "Tell me what a dirty slut you are, how you
like big cocks in your mouth and ass, how you like to nigger's to gang bang you.
Come on tell me slut!" Dave demanded, pulling harder on the panties and twisting
her nipple.
"OW! OW! Okay! I'm a... a... dirty slut, I like big cocks in my mouth and...
ass, and... I like to be gang banged by... ni.niggers. OWW!" she blurts out.
Satisfied with that Dave yanks harder on her panties, wedged in her twat until
they tear. She can't help but scream. This time he stuffs her wet shredded
panties in her mouth to quiet her.
Next he undresses and pulls out his hard cock, throbbing and ready. He places
the head of his cock against the wet, swollen lips of her virgin cunt. She is
panicked and flailing around against her bonds. He forces himself inside her
tight teenage pussy anyway. He is soon buried in her. Dave leans forward to
whisper in her ear, "Are you using any birth control?" She shakes her head no.
Dave smiles and starts fucking his captive with gusto. Krista is crying
uncontrolled but her hips betray her and meet his thrusts with her own. He is
putting the fucking of a lifetime on this little blind girl's pussy and she is
not crying after a while, only moaning into her panty gag, taking the jack
hammer like plunges into her body. Dave is working up a real sweat pounding
mercilessly into her. Finally he feels the tingle and grunts as he forces
himself as far into the girl's cunt as his hips will allow. His contracting
balls are wedged hard against her clit as he grinds. His potent semen is
swimming into her unprotected womb.
The sperm are swimming deep inside her searching for their target. He finally
breathes as he has finished filling her with what feels like half a gallon of
cum. He waits for a while holding his position, and the girls body quivers,
shaking, coming down from its own high. He then pulls out, and looking down
decides he is not finished with this toy yet. Dave straddles Krista at her neck,
puts his finger to his lips, making a 'shhh!' sound. She nods and he pulls her
panties from her mouth. She gasps for air. Then he quietly tells her that if she
bites, he will cut he throat. With that he pushes his cum soaked cock into her
mouth. She gags a bit but tries to take as much as she can. It reaches the back
of her throat and chokes her, bringing a tear to her eye. He backs off a bit,
but grabs a handful of red hair and orders, "Suck it!" Krista sucks as best she
can. He laughs at her novice attempts then removes his rejuvenated prick. Still
holding onto her hair, he slaps her naked ass hard and orders her to roll over.
The frightened girl rolls over on her knees, her upper body supported by the bra
holding her onto the water pipe. He spits a big gob of saliva square on her
asshole. He then runs the tip of his erection up and down her dripping crease.
He demands, "Tell me what you want."
"I want to go home!" SMACK! Came a strike on her ass cheek.
"Wrong answer, try again."
"I don't... know... I want..." SMACK! Her ass is reddened again.
"We can do this all day, slut!"
"Okay, I want you to... (gulp)... fuck me, please," she tries. SMACK! He cracks
into her sore bum cheek. She is confused, but feels the head of his cock
pressing against her anus. The reality sinks in.
"Oh no! Oh no!" SMACK! SMACK! Okay! I want you to fuck my ass, in my ass,
please... OWWWWW! FUCK!"
Dave had impaled her as soon as she asked for it. The pain ripped through her
and she couldn't help but cry out. Dave again stuffed her mouth with her panties
as he mercilessly assaulted the young girls vice like asshole. He pounded and
pounded at her.
"You like it too much in your slut cunt. This is all my pleasure, bitch!"
He rode her hard throughout her sobs then suddenly pulled it out without warning
snapping her hole in pain. He then crammed it once more into her cunt, again to
the hilt, balls deep, and flooded her with another orgasm. His sperm again sent
free in her fertile womb. Finally he was finished and pulled out. Dave wiped his
wet cock off on her wool kilt, which was bunched up on her ass. He then grabbed
all her stuff and threw it into his car. He then came back for her and said that
he was taking her home, but she wasn't to call the cops, go to a doctor or tell
anyone anything or he would come back and kill her whole family, as she had
volunteered the address to him earlier. Besides she did not know where he had
taken her. He knew it was a ruse to throw her off, because he had given her a
lot of false info to protect himself.
"What if I'm pregnant?" she pleaded.
"Just tell them you got it from a toilet seat, that happens you know." Her
Catholic nativity had no argument. She had a jacket to cover her top up. Her
shredded bra and panties he would keep. She straightened her skirt and pulled
her socks up. They got into the car and he drove her home. He reminder her of
his threat if she said anything. But at that point she had removed her dark
glasses and ditched the white cane and was checking her face in the mirror.
"Cut the shit Dave, and if you leave a mark on my face you'll have missing teeth
to explain at work tomorrow. Come on it's still early, let's go get a drink."
"Krista, come on I'm tired."
"Fuck that Dave, I'm warmed up now, you better have more for me."
Thus all's well that ends well.
Krista
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