Warning, this story is an idea sent to me by one of my many fans who wanted a story regarding a very specific little girl being brutally raped and possibly even knocked up late one night in her own bedroom ... With her parents in the next room, no less! Although I don't have all the details, I highly suspect this story has a bit of an incestuous bent to it, but I didn't pry. Nonetheless, if this is your thing, please read and enjoy it. If not, then stop reading now.
It was clear and cool that night, with the moon just a sliver of silvery in the deep black sky of the little country town where next to nothing ever happened. It was the sort of town where little twelve- year-old girls went to bed with their window open without a thought for consequences.
And despite the light chill in the air, that's just what little Rachel did that night. It was just too stuffy in her room in the ancient farmhouse her parents owned otherwise, but a cotton nightie, a pair of warm socks and an extra blanket on the bed made the arrangement quite comfortable.
Rachel was asleep within a few minutes of getting into bed and shutting off the light, the girl stubbornly refusing to use her old nightlight anymore. It didn't much matter to the dark figure who watched her from behind the old tree in the backyard, though. The tiny nightlight would hardly have kept him at bay, and the total absence of light merely gave him an extra boost of confidence for the task ahead.
Waiting for the distant sound of a barking dog to cease, the intruder crept across the yard, carefully eyeing the other dark windows in case he had to make a sudden escape. A light going on at that moment would have ruined his plans, but he knew this family quite well. All were very deep sleepers; none were likely to wake suddenly. Not even little Rachel.
Pausing outside her window, the man peered in, his grin widening as he watched the tiny figure curled up on her bed, socked feet sticking out of the bottom of the blanket as the child slept. Satisfied that she was alone and indeed asleep, the man checked the ski mask he wore, making certain it was secure and that she'd be unable to identify him before pulling out a small, yet sharp knife.
Stabbing it into the screen, he slowly cut along the edge of the window, his breathing quickening in anticipation, the sound of the cutting job making him wince as the girl moved just a little in her sleep. Not stopping, he continued his job, though, his eyes watching Rachel intently, wetting his dry lips as he moved to make another downward cut.
The way the girl's long golden hair spread out across the pillow caught the man's eye as he cut along the bottom, his back denim jeans feeling confined and uncomfortable as he watched the child breathe. Making the final cut, the man then lifted the screen and had to stop himself from simply charging in. It took all the willpower he had, but he managed to move quietly, sneaking in through the now completely open window to stand panting at the foot of her bed.
Taking a deep breath, Rachel's scent filled the room. It was almost too much for the man and once again he had to stop himself from doing anything foolish. Glancing about his pulse quickened. The door was still partially ajar and through it he could see the door to her parent's room.
Holding his breath, he slipped off his running shoes and crept around the girl's bed, his eyes glancing at her every so often, his gaze caressing the smooth curve of Rachel's pale cheek, wishing he could feel the warm wetness of her small mouth on his now throbbing cock.
Finally closing the door, making sure to turn the handle so it made almost no noise, he started across the room again, the man standing at the foot of the girl's bed, his gloved hand rubbing his cock through his jeans, the need almost overpowering.
At last, though, he gave in. Breathing through gritted teeth, he undid his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers, his long, thick erection springing free as they fell down around his ankles. As his member bobbed, almost aiming at the little girl on the bed, he pulled off his black sweater and t-shirt, tossing them onto the floor with barely a sound.
Standing there, the thrill of being naked with sweet little Rachel was almost too much for the man. Gasping for breath the man grabbed his cock, stroking it hard, roughly as he examined the small form on the bed with the utmost care. Rachel's small lips were parted slightly; it would have been easy for him to slide his cock between them. She might not have even awoken if he was careful. But that wouldn't be enough. He wanted it all.
Stroking his cock quicker, the man gritted his teeth and stifled a moan, his body jerking as he suddenly came, his white-hot seed squirting out across the blankets, staining them but not waking the deeply slumbering child.
Panting heavily, the man's eyes widened as he noticed that some of the thick goo hand landed in Rachel's hair. It formed a matted, sticky mass, and it did little to stem his need for more. Stroking the last drops of cum out of his shaft, letting it dribble down onto the child's socked feet, the man smiled to himself. His cock was still hard, his need still great. He wasn't done with his little Rachel just yet.
Taking a few moments to catch his breath, the man wiped his cock clean on the bottom of Rachel's blanket before pulling it slowly aside. What he saw almost made the man cum again.
She was beautiful beneath the blanket, so small, so innocent looking. Her narrow hips hugged tightly by the white nightie she wore, her thin calves sticking out the bottom of it, with Rachel's tiny budding breasts completely obscured by the garment.
The child shivered a little in her sleep, her pretty face making a displeased expression that was terribly cute at the sudden chill. The man smiled, knowing that soon little Rachel'd be warm again. And as his cock twitched with desire, the man knew the time was right to begin.
Grinning to himself, the man knelt slowly on the bed, one hand gripping the child's knee through her nightie, the sensation sending sparks of pure ecstasy up his arm. Somehow, though, the man managed to contain his desires, if only for a moment longer. Breathing heavily, he carefully took hold of Rachel's little shoulder and turned the girl over onto her back.
Shaking his head, it amazed him how pliant she was. How soundly she slept. The man then grinned, wondering just how far he could get without waking her as he took the hem of the girl's nightie and pulled it slowly upwards.
Her thighs becoming visible, the man gasped, his body shaking. His fingers brushing against skin so soft and so smooth that he nearly collapsed. Carefully moving it higher, he nearly came again as the man saw the cute little pink panties Rachel wore, and his body shook as he managed to get the hem under the small curve of the little girl's ass.
Pausing to take several deep breaths, a chill went up the man's spine as the girl stirred, the chill in the air raising goosebumps along her thin, naked legs. Unable to resist, he touched them, running his hands up along the girl's short limbs, his fingers testing the firm muscles beneath silky soft skin.
Reaching her thighs, the man's cock throbbed, it was almost too much for him as he then hooked fingers under her panties and gently pulled down. This time, though, he didn't stop as Rachel murmured softly in her sleep, the girl's small hand coming up to her face, to rub her eyes. But still, he didn't stop. It was much too late for that.
Managing to get her panties down and off of one foot, the man gripped Rachel's thigh with one hand and covered the little girl's mouth with the other just as her blue eyes flew open. "Not a word!" he hissed, moving his face close to the terrified looking girl's, his teeth gleaming through the mouth hole in the ski mask, "You make one sound, little girl, and I'll hurt your parents! Badly!"
Rachel stiffened, her tiny, childlike body unable to move except to shake all over as she just stared up at him. "I have them tied up in the other room," he lied, the girl letting out a soft whimper as he pushed his knees between hers, spreading the child's legs as the heat of his cock pressed against Rachel's soft skin, causing the shaft to jump a bit.
Somehow he maintained self-control. Somehow he managed not to cum again. Without a word he moved onto his knees, the head of his cock pressing against the little blonde's still hairless pussy, the heat of it causing her to gasp, the tears in her eyes saying it all.
Somehow the expression turned the man on all the more, his hands moving from the little girl's mouth and thigh to take hold of her wrists. Moving them up, he grinned as the man found he could hold both wrists in just one of them. Holding them down against the bed, he used the other hand to snatch up a pillow, letting out a short, quiet laugh as her head fell back onto the bed with a look of surprise.
Chuckling at the twelve year old's plight, the man jammed the pillow behind the headboard as he pressed his lips to hers. The child letting out a frightened squeak, the man moaned deeply as hot pre-cum oozed out, making quiet squishing sound between little Rachel's pubescent labia. At the same time, he pushed his tongue between her lips, the girl protesting with a muffled sound, the man's now free hand moving to grope the child's budding breast through her nightie.
"S-Stop it! Please!" Rachel murmured, the girl whimpering as tears streaked her pretty little face, but the man chuckled again.
"I haven't even started yet, Rachel," he replied, grinning all the broader at her shocked look at the fact that he knew her name, and with that, he began.
.... There is more of this story ...